A Day in the Life of Maynard

Most weekday mornings, our house wakes up at 5:30 am. When I walk into Maynard’s area in the office, he usually growls at me. As I move on, turning on other lights and saying good morning to Jessie, Tron, Bo, and Io, he settles down. He might even say, “Good morning!” to me when I go out. I rattle around in the kitchen and pour coffee for myself and Mike. Then I make my breakfast. Continue reading “A Day in the Life of Maynard”